[NB. if this seems familiar — it is an edited, somewhat expanded version of a story I posted on my alt, in another sub. Enjoy; feedback is welcome. May be continued if feedback is positive. Reminder: this is pure *fiction*; don’t read if you dislike taboo topics, the nature of which should be pretty clear from the title.]
My parents had me late in life (I think I was kind of an accident) and my sister is 7 years older than me. When I was little, she was always like a distant, big slightly scary person who didn’t really seem to like me, probably because she was going through her angsty years when all I wanted was someone to play with. Later on, it wasn’t so bad. She definitely wasn’t unkind to me or anything, just a little bossy, but most of the time she’d just ignore me and do her own thing.